Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.

‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…

590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone

How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…

788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—

183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—

122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—

I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,

Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf

375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—

924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—